> In As You Like It, Shakespeare has Rosalind liken herself to a coney when she’s speaking to Orlando “like a saucy lackey, and under that habit play the knave with him”:
Orlando. Where dwell you, pretty youth?
Rosalind. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Orlando. Are you native of this place?
Rosalind. As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled.
Orlando. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling.